Cataclysm
Most everyone knew about their "game" but considering the parties involved were two of the most introverted individuals at the school, assumed it would merely continue indefinitely.
It wasn't until a rainy Sunday afternoon when Maka ventured into the deepest recesses of the library basement in search of a book on ancient Hellenistic history that those assumptions changed.
For there, in between the sections on political philosophy and peripteral architecture, a certain dark Weapon was pressed against the stone wall by one blonde samurai. His right arm rested on the wall above her head and his other, well… Maka didn't care to speculate.
Although not given to voyeuristic tendencies, she was momentarily frozen in place, transfixed by the way Tsubaki's slender fingers tangled in Mifune's hair.
A soft whimper startled Maka out of her daze and she backed away silently, though it seemed unlikely that either one would have noticed anything short of a grenade going off.
And with a smirk, headed off to collect her winnings.
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